ROXANNE DEEDS thinks she’s far enough away from her past that her demons can’t come back to haunt her. With only one year left of college, everything looks like it’s falling into place—until Southern Arkansas University’s drool-worthy football running back crashes into her with no intention of letting go.

WESTON GARRISON knows two things in life. Sex and football. And he doesn’t plan on changing anytime soon—until he tears his hamstring a week before his first game, and his trainer is the one woman that he can’t seem to get enough of. When Roxy’s past catches up to them, will their love be enough to save them both?

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My fingers
curl around the knob and I open it an inch. A soft sigh escapes my lips.
Weston. “What are you doin’ here?”

Weston runs his fingers through his hair and kicks the door open with his good
foot. Both arms cross over his chest as he leans against the doorjamb. “That
depends on if you let me in or not.”

Why is he here? Heat swarms my cheeks remembering everything we just
done in that bathroom. Could he embarrass me anymore? “Why would I let
you inside? It’s in the middle of the night.” I give him a good once over. “And
you’re drunk.”

He reaches down and digs into his front pocket. He pulls out my cellphone and
dangles it in front of my face by two fingers. “This is the reason you’d let me
inside.”

What? I slap my palms against my pajama shorts and realize I really
don’t have my phone. Dammit. Weston hums underneath his breath as he
brings my phone closer to his face. “Looks like someone has a new text
message.”

“Give it back, Weston.”

The edge of his mouth pulls up slightly. “Let me inside and I will.”

“Why? What’s in here that isn’t out there?”

Something passes over his face that I can’t pinpoint. “Let me inside, Roxanne.”

I felt that in-between my legs. That word slipping from that
mouth is more than I can take. Keeping my eyes on his, I take a step backwards
while opening the door wider for him. Something appetizingly wicked heats in
those brown eyes.

With the help of one crutch, he wobbles forward. I watch as he shuts the door
and locks it behind him. His gaze rolls over my small apartment and then back
to me.

Taking his bottom lip in-between his teeth he places one arm against the wall.
“Is he here?”

A stern grip cups my hip and guides me until I’m pressed against the wall. A
strong wisp of alcohol heats my face. He’s definitely been drinking but for
some reason he doesn’t seem too drunk. “Don’t play with me,” he whispers
against my mouth. Is Blake here?”

Blake? Why would Blake be here? “Weston you’re clearly drunk–“

A groan slips from his clenched teeth and
he presses his hand tighter around my hip. “Is he here?”

There is a demanding tone in his voice that makes a side of me quiver. “No.”

My thighs turn to goop. If he wasn’t pressing himself against me I’d probably
fall. “No,” I whimper out.

Lowering his mouth to my ear, he breathes in. “Did he kiss you?”

I bite my lip and close my eyes. I’m burning up … everywhere. A hard weight is
pressing against my lower stomach and it is slowly eating me alive. I don’t
lie. And it’s mostly because I want to see his reaction. This aggressiveness is
searing underneath my skin. I want it. “Yes, what’s it to you?”

There is a few short moments of silence. All I hear is his harsh
breathing against my ear. Then he laughs. It’s a low chuckle that sets that
fire ablaze inside of me. The hand on my hip lowers to cup my ass and the other
slides up my throat to gently grip my neck. “You like him, Roxanne? You like
the way he talks to you? The way he touches you?”

Anger rushes my throat and a painful lump beings to grow. Tilting my chin
upward, I stare up at him. Those brown eyes bore into me and then lowering
toward my lips. “Yes.”

Something wild darkens his eyes. He laughs beneath his breathe and presses the
palm of his thumb against my bottom lip. “Does he touch you like this?” he
whispers against my mouth. He squeezes my ass and presses me harder into him.
And I feel exactly how excited he is pressed firmly against my
stomach.

The truth is no one has ever made me feel this alive. Hormones that I haven’t
felt in years are raging inside of me. “Answer me,” he hisses through his
teeth.

He watches me through hooded eyes while he drags the tip of his finger to the
drop in the front of my shirt. Arching my back, I press my chest against him.
My tender nipples rub against his hard chest and it makes my head dizzy. “I’m
goin’ to show you how you’re supposed to feel when you kiss.”

God, I can’t think straight. Every atom in me is driving me toward him.
Begging me to strip him out of those clothes and let him have his way with me.
But everything is spinning in my mind. Ryan and Maddox. Weston’s reputation. One
night wouldn’t hurt though, right? Just one night.But would one night
be enough? Weston’s lips are hovering over mine as if he’s waiting on me to
kiss him. To make the first move. I can already tell that there is no way one
night will be enough. Those large hands. That full mouth. Tattoos and muscles. Can
anyone say no to him?

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Alla Kar is from the Deep South. She lives there with her husband, feisty Chihuahua and Pit-bull puppy. She loves YouTube, Hulu, alpha males, southern gentlemen and everything new adult.